December 12th Cinquain
Of the Things I Don’t Understand . . .
What keeps
us from flying
off this huge spinning rock—
free from the gravity of our
choices.
Of the Things I Don’t Understand . . .
What keeps
us from flying
off this huge spinning rock—
free from the gravity of our
choices.
OOh! Nice! Deep. love this one.
Maybe the earth is flat?
Still tweaking this one. Not sure about the ending yet.